He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

The Journey Itself Is My Home.